Gretel inherits my spirit (Pink Trigger)

It was done. Every detail was accurate, of course. I'd forgotten so much, but... some of me must have figured all of that, anyways. It wasn't too hard to imagine. I no longer heard the witch's voice... had she moved on to a new reader, or perhaps, she'd never existed in the first place? Ah... On that note, I haven't truly existed for a while now either, have I? I can see my body growing transparent. I'm nothing more than the 'spirit' Gretel promised to absorb now.

You did it, I guess. You destroyed me, Gretel.

"No... Like I said, I plan to inherit your spirit."

You keep saying that... I hoped it would mean I get to cum inside you, but I'm guessing it means something else, doesn't it?

"I... was like you. I became so caught up in a certain incident that it ruined my life. I'm only a step away from the place you are now. There was a certain moment when I nearly leaped from a skyscraper... that could have very well put me in the same situation you've been suffering in. With nothing to live for, I thought that I knew a better place and how to reach it. I wish we'd met while you were still alive... So I could have talked you out of it."

Ah...

"But now, I see the value of your work. Your way of doing it is a bit... well... let's just say it isn't my preference. But I do understand it now. If I continue to tell tales of those beloved characters... I can revisit them any time I want. And your perversion ultimately lured me in as a hook, after which, I shared the experience with you. In the end, we both just want to be with those characters. You were too ashamed to face them as an equal, so you faced them as a mysterious demon, or a sorcerer and game master, or just a stranger bent on fucking their brains out. But most of all... you just wanted to see their stories continue."

Yes...

"I'll inherit your spirit. I'll tell a new tale. From here on... my pen name will be N.G. Player. Let's say it's for... <New Game.>"

I spoke no more, but I smiled happily. The last bit of me was fading away. Ah... If another writer takes my mantle and continues my story... It's a bliss I didn't even know I was looking for. Tears began to stream down my face as I thanked the girl, silently. They continued as I silently apologized for luring her to this room and trying to fuck her.

She gave me a rare smile, showing that she forgave me.

I pulled out my Pink Trigger pistol, still glowing brightly even as my lamp dulled. I placed it on the bed next to her as a parting gift. My ghost disappeared. I was at peace.

"Child of Man... You had your doubts, did you not? The Blue Truths of yours were never confirmed, so them forming the basis for your forgiveness is rather amusing. You're the type of witch yourself who believes in a kind lie, hm?"

I disagreed. There was nothing kind about the Blue Truth I told H.I. Player. But I hoped there was kindness in the forgiveness.

"You were wrong about certain details. I'll confirm that. This was not his game to be talked out of or abandoned. To inherit his mantle means inheriting his game. You know what that means, don't you...?"

I told her that I understood. This was Player's unique method of fantasy storytelling that I inherited... I wasn't going to leave the gameboard and call it complete. I have my own story to tell, too.

"Ho? So you did indeed inherit that pathetic reader-writer's spirit... That spirit of self-serving storytelling, that is."

In the end, others will judge the worth of my story. I should warn you, though... they say a good reader isn't necessarily a good writer. Just because I read a lot of books doesn't mean this story will pop off the page.

"Try not to disappoint me. If I find your story lacking, I may alter certain details of your background to better suit what worked for your predecessor. The skyscraper you once jumped from is still standing and you can climb it again..."